Your stereo is perverted

Of course, it is. Otherwise, you wouldn't be listening to this twisted little nightmare. Aphex Twin can be hit or miss, but when he hits, he hits hard. Or very soft, which often makes the impact deeper. But here he goes for more fleshy grotesquerie. Those seizure-inducing beats and warm synths are still in effect, but it's the vocal samples that top the marquee. I'm guessing it's altered porn moans (severely disfigured), but even if it's not, that's the effect. And it's a nauseating one, as if you were caught in a hallucinatory whirlwind of nasty sex and the wrong drugs. It's hitting the sensory buttons alright, but you can't escape the sense that it's also a little taste of hell. If you think I'm misreading Richard D. James's dark motives, consider the album cover. He's smiling because he knows he's damaging you.

Aphex Twin - Windowlicker